9-18 Pictures Worth 1,000 Words

I recorded the first words out of my mouth when I met him, his birth statistics, my hopes and dreams for my precious snowflake. After a few months, my dedication to recording his milestones and memories waned.

By Courtney Westfall

I remember combing through my baby book so many times growing up. Reading a book written about me was so special. The date my first tooth came in, the funny things I said. What a special treasure to look back on. When my oldest child was born, I started filling his baby book out at the hospital. I recorded the first words out of my mouth when I met him, his birth statistics, my hopes and dreams for my precious snowflake. After a few months, my dedication to recording his milestones and memories waned.

Fast forward to #2. His baby book is still wrapped in plastic.

#3 doesn’t have a baby book.

When I feel twinges of mom-guilt wash over me from time to time about not having a special treasured book to pass on to each child, I look back on the things I’ve posted about my kids on social media and smile. Facebook has become a 21^st Century baby book of sorts and I’d like to share a few of my favorite entries.

Courtney Westfall is a Children’s Pastor at First United Methodist Church in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She is married to Kyle and they have three kids, who keep them on their toes.

Likes: naps, lake days and peanut M&Ms.

Dislikes: sneezes and movie spoilers.